Surely you can understand that?â
Ah, batâs breath.
âWhat do you want then?â
âIâI donât know. Thereâs got to be something I can do to make amends.â
âThe mana drug that Grayson was using. You created that, right?â
Heather blushed. âYes. I did a lot of terrible things. I know.â
âWell, that is what you can do for starters. The Arcanites are still using the drug. The feybloods need a cure for the addiction. Do you have one?â
âNo,â Heather said.
âJust no? Canât you create one?â
Heather looked away. âIâsomething else. Name something else for me to do.â
âWhat? Why?â
âToo many people in power want to use that drug now. If I provided the cure to it, if I took that weapon away from them, they would make sure I was exiled or worse, no matter what other good I did. Please, just ask me to do something else.â
âMerlinâs beard, Heather! Seriously? This is exactly the kind of thinking that got you in trouble in the first place. You need to just stand up and do the right thing.â
Heatherâs face flushed. âSays the overgrown boy who wanted to run away from his responsibilities and make video games.â
âBut I didnât,â I said, feeling my own neck and face heating up. âI stayed.â
âBecause you didnât have much choice.â
âThereâs always a choice,â I said, feeling like a hypocrite indeed. âJust like you have a choice now.â
âGee, thanks, Afterschool Special, now I realize I should have Just Said No.â
âWhat the hell, Heather? You came to me. Do you want my help or not?â
Heatherâs eyes suddenly overflowed with tears. âIâm sorry. Iâve been running, hiding, I donât know what to do, I just donât want it to end like this.â
âThen make the cure for the drug, Heather. Please.â I stepped toward her, reached out to hold her arm, to reassure her.
Her hand jerked up with the water gun, and she shot me in the chest.
âWhaâ!â
Numbness spread out from my chest, and I fell limp to the ground. I wasnât frozen, it just felt like every muscle in my arms, legs, and face had gone to sleep.
âIâm sorry!â Heather said. âI didnât mean toâIâm sorry.â She looked around her as if afraid enforcers, or worse, would pounce on her any second. âI canât make the cure to the feyblood drug. Iâm not even sure itâs possible. But if you think of anything else I can do to make amends, to earn your forgiveness, then just ⦠hang some shoes on that silly rope thing of yours.â She waved up at the rope pulley that ran from my bedroom window over the hedge to Dawnâs house, a way to exchange objects and messages when we were teens.
The pins and needles of waking limbs began in every muscle at once. Oh man, recovering was going to suck worse than a Scrappy Doo movie.
âMmffmumff,â I said as Heather turned away, a bit of drool running down my cheek. Heather faded into the shadows.
Somehow, I doubted she would heed my eloquent final words.
It took several minutes of painful writhing for the effects of the potion to wear off, as I made hopeless attempts to find just the right position where my muscles could wake up with minimal pain. When I could at last move without wincing, I climbed to my feet and stumbled into the safety of the house and its protective wards.
Pete poked his head out of the kitchen, lowering a half-eaten chicken drumstick from his mouth. âHi Finn!â he said, then gave a guilty look down at the drumstick. Our family had been raised vegetarians, as most necromancer families wereâone of the side effects of being able to sense the residual spiritual energy in anything that once had a nervous system. But Peteâs new wolf nature was less
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